A multi-fandom imagine blog where I write short little stories with ideas of my own, and soon others. Currently taking one word prompts for characters from DC's Legend & The Flash.
I just wanted to post a quick update about this since I did get some interest in it. I do plan on writing this fic, though personal life stuff has been preventing me from getting to it. I do want to note that I plan on posting it mainly to AO3, with notification posts here on when a chapter goes out. I want to fine tune the plot line I had originally put together when I got this idea months ago, so as things begin to slow down here, I'll get more time for that and actual writing. It shouldn't be too long here, I just have to sort out some paperwork when I get home this afternoon and mail those tomorrow and, so long as nothing goes wrong, I'll be in the clear!
ultimately i think kindness is the most radical thing you can do with your pain and your anger. it’s like, you take everything awful that’s ever been done to you, and you throw it back in the world’s teeth, and you say no, fuck you, i’m not going to take this. you say this is unacceptable. you say that shit stops with me.
humans are fucking terrible and this awful world we live in will fucking kill you but if you are kind, if you are brave and clever and try really hard, you can defy it. you can impose on this bleak and monstrous structure something beautiful. even if it’s temporary. even if it doesn’t heal anything inside you that’s been hurt.
i’m gonna sleep and i’m gonna wake up and i swear by everything in this deadly horrible universe i’m gonna make someone happy.
i’ve seen a number of comments and tags where people feel that they must swallow or repress their anger in order to engage in kindness. that is not at all what i am recommending here. radical kindness is an expression of anger. it is not passive. it is not repressive. it does not require you, in any way, to forgive those that have fucked you up. it does not require you to be quiet.
it just requires that you be kind. viciously. vengefully. you fight back. you plant flowers. give to charity. play games. pet someone’s dog. scream into the dark. paint and write and dance, tell jokes, sing songs, bake cookies. you have been hurt and you don’t have to deny that hurt. you just have to recognize it in other people, and take their hand, and say: no more. enough. fuck this. no more.
have a cookie.
i will say this again: we are all going to die. the universe is enormous and almost entirely empty. to be kind to each other is the most incredible act of defiance against the dark that i can imagine.
i will say this again: we are all going to die. the universe is enormous and almost entirely empty. to be kind to each other is the most incredible act of defiance against the dark that i can imagine.
2. A good quote: There are two kinds of people. Those who think, “I don’t want anyone to suffer like I did.” And those who think, “I suffered; why shouldn’t they?”
3. Two good quotes by Kurt Vonnegut: “Hello babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. On the outside, babies, you’ve got a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of, babies-“God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.”
And: “Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.”
“Hope is not a lottery ticket you can sit on the sofa and clutch, feeling lucky. It is an axe you break down doors with in an emergency. Hope should shove you out the door, because it will take everything you have to steer the future away from endless war, from the annihilation of the earth’s treasures and the grinding down of the poor and marginal… To hope is to give yourself to the future - and that commitment to the future is what makes the present inhabitable.”
I swear if the book I'm working on ever gets published, this is going to be the author's note. I am going to screenshot this and put it there because this is the message I want to send with this story of mine, and I've never been able to put it into words so damn perfectly. Thank you.
Long time no see fam! I know I have been quiet on here for....well months, especially when it comes to posting a new peace, but have no fear! For I have returned with an idea I’ve been sitting on for some time now that I want to see if there is going to be any actual interest from, well, you lot. So before you jump into what this is, please be noted that it is ColdFlash, but other pairings will be brought into fruition as well if this becomes a thing. When I started getting interesting plot point ideas, I really started to get on the bandwagon but I have one issue. Soulmate AUs. While I love reading them, I know how common they are and how some people may be sick of seeing them, which is why I currently only plan on posting this prologue piece to see if the concept catches your attention. I am also hoping you guys have some questions about how this particular version of the soulmate au will work, especially when it comes to different matches (or bonded pair, as is more common). So I am encouraging you guys to ask me questions, please. If you are at all interested, after reading this piece and looking at any additional info I’ll be adding in the comments in response to you guys, drop a like will be my number one way of knowing if I want to continue this.
And so, if I have at all intrigued you with this idea of mine, go on ahead and read below. I will be out of town (and thankfully not working) for the weekend so I will have plenty of time to look at comments and respond when I’m not busy with family stuff. And don’t forget to ask questions and let me know if you’d like to see more of this story in the future.
From the moment you are born, a number is written into your skin, constantly counting downwards. Some argued that the number is there long before you leave the safety of your mother's womb, but that wasn't proven until fetal surgeries first came into practice in the 1980's. Still, it's the importance of that ever changing number that matters.
Constantly ticking down, a person can watch that number to know when they are going to meet their soul mate. No one in recorded history has been born without this marking. However, some are unlucky enough where their life ends before that number reaches zero. But that's not what happens in this story. While soul mates come in many shapes and forms, this is a story that tells of how a young man had to wait a very long time to meet the one destined to stand by his side, no matter what.
On June 2nd, 1972, a little boy is brought into the world at 10:34 in the morning. His number is large, in the billions. The woman, his mother, cries when she sees how many digits make up her son's soul mark. It will be many years until he meets his soul mate. Her own mark has been at zero for as long as she can remember. She was lucky, met her soul mate as a child, another girl that turned into be her best friend. But the girl was killed as a teen at gun point. Mrs. Snart wanted her son to be lucky like she had been, to know his soul mate young. But he would have to wait a long time.
Later that day, two women broke into the nursery and rescued this baby boy, with his little black hat, from an assassin from the future. He was whisked away to a place called the Refuge. And all though the boy won't remember it, he was held for a short time by his own future self. And this man, grown and aged with short, graying hair, had a stationary zero upon his wrist. And the grown version of Leonard Snart was amazed to see the number upon his newborn self's wrist frozen in this time he should never have been in.
Only fifteen minutes passed when a man in a brown trench coat returned the baby Leonard to 1972 to the nursery. No one was the wiser, and the number on the baby's wrist continued again on it's countdown to zero.
A few years past and again a Leonard Snart of the future meets his younger self. It's now the middle of October, 1975, when a three year old Leo meets a stranger in his kitchen. The man claims he's a friend of Leo's father, but the boy was raised to be skeptical. "No matter what, you always have to look out for yourself." Leo thinks of the strangers words after his father sends him back upstairs. And as he sits on his bed before falling asleep, he looks at the numbers on his wrist with a little frown. The number is still over a billion, and he wonders what will happen when it finally reaches zero.
Days after Leo's encounter with the stranger, Lewis is arrested for trying to sell a stolen gem to an undercover cop. Leo tries to ignore the sound of his mother's tears. Five years later, when Lewis is let out and returns home, he's a different man. Lewis drinks and is angry often, yelling at Leo whenever he makes a mistake. He doesn't hit Leo until nearly a month after his return from jail, and the number on Leo's wrist is still over one billion, but only just.
Leonard is almost fourteen when his baby sister, Lisa is born. It's late February of 1986 and Leonard is in the eighth grade. He misses his mother, a woman who did not bring Lisa into the world like she did with him. Lisa's mom isn't as nice, but he just ignores her. He's been dealing with cruel people ever since his father came home from jail the first time. He has the scars to prove it. When Lisa's mother came forward about her pregnancy, that had been the last straw for Leonard's mom. She could deal with the abuse, watching her husband hit his own son for his mistakes as he taught the boy how to be a thief, but it seems she drew the line at cheating. Leonard just wished she'd brought him with her. But when he's allowed to hold little Lisa in his arms the first time, with the numbers on his arm just over nine hundred million, he realizes that if this little girl is to remain as precious as she was at that moment, he needed to be around to protect her from Lewis' hate.
He breaks that promise to himself and Lisa months later, when he's caught stealing for his father and gets sent to juvie for the first time. He's just glad Lisa's mom is still around to care for her with Lewis in jail too. When a gang of punks decide to corner Leonard for being the scrawny teen he was, he meets his future best friend and partner in life, Mick Rory. But his number is just under that nine hundred million mark now, and Mick isn't that kind of partner. No, Leonard still has a long time to wait for that.
It's not until he's eighteen that Leonard does the math. He's a high school drop out because of how much time he spent in juvie over the past four years, but it doesn't matter, he can do math just fine. He assumes the numbers are seconds, just as so many in the world have proven in the past but he has no way to look it up. When he finally does gets done doing a rough estimate, because that number is constantly changing, he wants to scream. He wants to shout and hit something at how unfair his life has been, how it always will be from the looks at it. Leonard Snart is already eighteen years old, and he does the math three times only to keep ending up with the same numbers. He has twenty three years, seven months, and thirteen days until he meets his soul mate. After his anger subsides, he counts it out on a calendar and burns the date into his head. October 28th, 2014.
After that, Leonard starts to wear long sleeve shirts. He doesn't want the constant reminder of how long he has to wait, even though he has the date memorized. Len doesn't look at it, doesn't want to. He ignores it in the shower, looks the other way when he's changing, and keeps his arm turned when he's in bed with someone that isn't his soul mate because he doesn't want to think about it. It isn't until the day Lisa graduates from high school that he's forced to look at that number again, and it's because of her. Lewis is in jail again, but it doesn't matter. Len goes, keeps to the shadows in case someone on the off chance recognizes him. Lisa hasn't gotten involved too much in the criminal world, Len doesn't want her too. That ends up changing in a few years, but he doesn't know that yet. For the mean time, she's smiling wide as she walks onto the stage and accepts her diploma from the school's principal. He's smiling too, glad she can do this when he didn't get the chance. After the ceremony she finds him, gives him the tightest hug he's gotten from her since before she was a teenager. When she pulls away, she's suddenly pushing up the sleeve of his left arm. It's up before he realizes what she's doing, before he can stop her. She frowns at the number, still nine digits long and will be for a while more, but when she looks up at him she replaces that frown with a large smile. "Don't worry Lenny, I'm sure whoever they are, they'll love you no matter what." Len doubts it, who could ever really love a man like him.
The next, and last time before that day, Len looks at the number on his wrist is the day the S.T.A.R. Labs particle accelerator explodes. He'd made it back to the sanctity of one of his many safe houses in Central City, and it's quarter to eight at night when a sudden panic goes through him when he flicks on the news and hears that the explosion has caused some deaths. He has ten and a half months until he is supposed to meet his soul mate, but what if they'd died this day. He pushes up his left sleeve in a hurry, glad to be alone when a sigh of relief escapes him. The number is eight digits long, but still counting down. He can't meet his soul mate if they're dead.
On March 14th, 1989, Henry and Nora Allen welcome their first and only child into the world. Bartholomew Henry Allen. His mark is on his right wrist and nine digits long. The doctor offers to give them an age estimate of when little Barry, as they choose to call him, will meet his soul mate. Both new parents agree and smile when they're informed that he'll be twenty five. It's a prime time to meet a soul mate. After all, they were only a little younger than that when the numbers on their wrist had turned to zero the moment their eyes had met.
The night of Nora Allen's murder left young Barry so confused. In the days to come, no one would believe him about the man in the lightning, his father blamed for the murder and hauled off the jail. But that very night, and the 18th of March, 2000, when little Barry Allen suddenly finds himself a couple blocks away in the blink of an eye, he looks down to his wrist for a moment and reads the digits there. Four hundred, sixty one million is still a long ways away, but he pushes that thought aside as he starts to run back home, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Barry waits to find out the date he'll meet his soul mate until years later, on the day he graduates from high school. It's June 8th, 2007, and the sun is setting as he works out the math on a piece of old notebook paper. On the other side are notes from his AP Biology class, but those don't matter now. A wide grin spreads across his face when he sees he only has seven years, four months, and twenty days left. He counts it out until he's able to pin point the date as October 28th, 2014. He can wait that much longer, but he's excited to just know when it'll really be. After he's written the date on a post in and pinned it to the bulletin board over his desk as a reminder, he rushes back down stairs to join Iris and Joe for a movie and popcorn.
When Barry walks into the CCPD for the first time as a CSI, fresh from college, he peeks down at his bear wrist and grins at the number there. One hundred and five million seems so small in comparison to what it had been when he'd done the math four years ago, but he still finds comfort in the fact that his number continues to count downwards. A few months later he's moved into the old CSI lab at the far end of the building because of complaints from his fellow forensic co-workers, but he doesn't mind, he likes the peace of working in his own space. He doesn't look at his wrist as he's moving stuff into his new works space, but the number is now down to seven digits, and constantly getting closer to that date in three years.
Barry often looks at his soul mark, but after the particle accelerator explosion, he's left in a deep coma. The number continues to count down even as doctors at Central City Hospital think his heart is stopping and bring him back from the dead, not aware that his heart is just beating faster and faster than should be possible. It's not until after he's brought to S.T.A.R. Labs, despite Joe and Iris' original reluctance, that things seems to normalize for him, despite the coma. It's not until a few months after the explosion, on the day he turns twenty five, that someone else makes note of the number on his wrist. Iris was sitting in a chair at his bedside, her own wrist showing a prominent zero. A finger traced over the numbers on her foster brother's skin, a small frown on her face. Barry had told her the date years ago, when they were fresh from school and waiting for the day they'd meet the person who they were meant to stand besides. And she knew how close that date was coming to be. "Come on Barry, you only have seven more months. If you don't wake up before then, you won't get to see their face when they find out it's you. They are going to be so lucky to have you Bear, but you need to wake up first." She whispered, tears collecting in her eyes.
Dr. Caitlin Snow is the next one to take note of the number on Barry's wrist. It's the seventh day of October and Barry only has three weeks left until the day he's waited his whole life for. But he doesn't know that yet. Dr. Snow is just finishing up a routine test when she looks at the number and sighs. "You better wake up soon Mr. Allen, time is ticking." She says softly before turning to walk check a screen a few feet away. Soon she is jumping back into her argument with her colleague, Cisco Ramon, playing Poker Face by Lady Gaga for Barry because it was 'on his facebook'. She doesn't get a chance to speak though, because suddenly there's a loud gasp from behind her and as she turns around, she sees that Barry Allen has finally woken up. Her comment about his soul mark is forgotten, but later that day, after everything that Barry goes through, he looks at the number and smiles.
I have walked nearly 40 miles over the past three days because of a festival I help out at a couple weekends a year. And now I'm torn between sleeping the next 12 hours or watching the season 7 finale of GoT.
At age 23, Tina Fey was working at a YMCA.
At age 23, Oprah was fired from her first reporting job.
At age 24, Stephen King was working as a janitor and living in a trailer.
At age 27, Vincent Van Gogh failed as a missionary and decided to go to art school.
At age 28, J.K. Rowling was a suicidal single parent living on welfare.
At age 28, Wayne Coyne ( from The Flaming Lips) was a fry cook.
At age 30, Harrison Ford was a carpenter.
At age 30, Martha Stewart was a stockbroker.
At age 37, Ang Lee was a stay-at-home-dad working odd jobs.
Julia Child released her first cookbook at age 39, and got her own cooking show at age 51.
Vera Wang failed to make the Olympic figure skating team, didn’t get the Editor-in-Chief position at Vogue, and designed her first dress at age 40.
Stan Lee didn’t release his first big comic book until he was 40.
Alan Rickman gave up his graphic design career to pursue acting at age 42.
Samuel L. Jackson didn’t get his first movie role until he was 46.
Morgan Freeman landed his first movie role at age 52.
Kathryn Bigelow only reached international success when she made The Hurt Locker at age 57.
Grandma Moses didn’t begin her painting career until age 76.
Louise Bourgeois didn’t become a famous artist until she was 78.
Whatever your dream is, it is not too late to achieve it. You aren’t a failure because you haven’t found fame and fortune by the age of 21. Hell, it’s okay if you don’t even know what your dream is yet. Even if you’re flipping burgers, waiting tables or answering phones today, you never know where you’ll end up tomorrow.
Never tell yourself you’re too old to make it.
It’s here! After a year and a half of hard work, we are both so excited to finally share our film with you. Thank you all for your support and encouragement - this film means the world to us, and your kindness and enthusiasm has made this journey all the more meaningful. It is our great pleasure to share with you this labor of love, and we hope with all our hearts that you enjoy watching it as much as we did making it.
So for anyone that was interested, I won't be posting any of my polyam week fics this month. The past two weeks were far busier than I expected them to be, mainly because my cousin and his wife got in an accident and I've been watching their two kids, ages 5 and 8, with his sister while he's been in the hospital. They're both mostly fine, his wife got some cuts and a concussion from hitting her head pretty hard against the window. They got t-boned on his side (passengar) on their way home from date night, so he's a bit worst off. Glass shards were removed from his shoulder and lower neck, and he broke his arm in three places from the impact. He's being released tomorrow, but no work for a while. Since I'll be at home again and not having to mind two young children, I'm going to focus on the upcoming disney week. Before I sign off on this though, I wanted to say one last thing. Please, never drink and drive. It was the Thursday before the fourth of July and some asshat thought he'd be fine driving the two miles home from the bar. He ran a red light and was speeding. Doctors and police all said that if the guy had hit my cousin and his wife a few feet more towards the front of the car, chances would have been high that my cousin wouldn't have lived long enough for the first responders to get there. A FIVE and an EIGHT year old would have been without their FATHER. In no way is this right. So please, set up a sober cab if you go out and drink.
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